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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.