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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.