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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.