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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.