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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.