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 France and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.