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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
cv313,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.