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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
DNA,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.