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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.