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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.