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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.