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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Technova,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.