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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.