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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.