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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.