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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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 Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.