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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.