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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.