Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.