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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.