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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.