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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.