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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.