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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.