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 Guatemala 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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.