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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Scientists,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.