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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.