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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.