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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.