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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Wings,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.