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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.