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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.