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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.