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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Black Pus,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.