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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Litter,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.