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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Television,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.