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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.