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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.