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 France and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.