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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.