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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.