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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.