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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
The Names,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.