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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Index,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.