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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
PIL,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.