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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog 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 a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.