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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Quantec,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.