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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.