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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.