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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.