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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.