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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.