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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.