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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.