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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Can,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.