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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
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.