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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.