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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.