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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.