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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.