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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Mars,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.