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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.