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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
the Association,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
UT,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.