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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.