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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.