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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.