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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.