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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.