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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Organ,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.