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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.