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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.