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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.