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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.