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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.