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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.