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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears 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 grunge 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.