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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.