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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.