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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.