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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.