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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive 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 jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.