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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.