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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.