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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
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,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.