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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
UT,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.