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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.