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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.