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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Franke,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.