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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
JFA,
Television,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.