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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.