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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.