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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.