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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.