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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.