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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.