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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.