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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.