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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.