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 Poland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
10cc,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.