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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Qualms,
DNA,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.