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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.