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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
June of 44,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.