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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.