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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.