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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.