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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.