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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.