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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.