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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Swans,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.