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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.