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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.