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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.