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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.