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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.