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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.