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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.