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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.