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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.