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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.