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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Deadbeat 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.