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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.