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 Iraq and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.