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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
X-102,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.