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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.