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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.