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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.