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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Scion,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.