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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.