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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.