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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
PIL,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.