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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.