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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.