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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.