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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.