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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Gong,
MC5,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.