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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.