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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.