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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.