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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.