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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.