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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus 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 rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.