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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 a harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Slave,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.