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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.