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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.