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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.