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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.