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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.