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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.