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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Magazine,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.