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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Technova,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.