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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Wings,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.