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 Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.