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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.