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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.