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 Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.