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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.