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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.