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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.