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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.