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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.