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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.