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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.