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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.