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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
X-102,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.