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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.