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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.