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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Slits,
CMW,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Visage,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.