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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Hoover,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.