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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.