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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.