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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.