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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.