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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.