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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.