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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.