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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.