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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.