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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.