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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape 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 funk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.