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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
MC5,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.