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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.