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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Smog,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.