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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Can,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.