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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.