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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.