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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.