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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.