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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.