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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
ABBA,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.