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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.