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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.