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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Move,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.