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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.