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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.