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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Scion,
Can,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.