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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.