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 Kazakhstan 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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.