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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.