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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.