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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.