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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.