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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.