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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.