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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.