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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
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,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.