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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 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?
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.