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 Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Index,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.