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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.