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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.