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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Magma,
The Sound,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.