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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.