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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Can,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.