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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.