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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.