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 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.