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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.