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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.