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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.