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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.