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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
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.