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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.