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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.