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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.