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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.