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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.