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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.