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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.