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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.