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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
UT,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.