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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.