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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.