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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.