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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.