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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.