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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.