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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.