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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.