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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Monks,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.