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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Q65,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.