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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Cluster,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Names,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.