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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.