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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.