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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.