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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Move,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.