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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Ossler,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.