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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.