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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Associates,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.