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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Excepter,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.