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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Interpol to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Ossler,
MC5,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.