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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 American Breed,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.