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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Scion,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.