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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Organ,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.