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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.