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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.