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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.