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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Wire,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.