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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.