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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.