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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ronan,
The Names,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.