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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.