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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Franke,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.