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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.