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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.