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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.