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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
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.