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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.