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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.