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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.