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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.