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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
X-101,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.