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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 CMW to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.