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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.