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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Japan,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Deakin,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.