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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.