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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.