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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.