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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Technova,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.