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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.