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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
X-101,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.