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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.