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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.