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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.