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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.