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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.