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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.