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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.