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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Gong,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.