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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Scion,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.