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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.