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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
X-101,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.