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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.