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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.