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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.