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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Visage,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.