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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.