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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 Beijing and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.