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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.