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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Crime,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.