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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.