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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.