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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.