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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.