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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Pole,
Ituana,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.