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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.