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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.