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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.