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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.