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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.