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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.