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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.