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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.