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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.