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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.