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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Oneida,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.