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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.