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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.