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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
UT,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.