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 Norway and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Brick,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.