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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.