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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.