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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.