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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.