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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.