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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Television,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.