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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.