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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.