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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.