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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.