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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.