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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.