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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.