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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Organ,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.