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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.