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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Scion,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.