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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
ABC,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.