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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.