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 Fiji and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.