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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Slave,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.