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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.