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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
MC5,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.