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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.