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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.