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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
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 Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.