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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.