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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.