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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.