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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.