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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.