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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.