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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.