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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Magma,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.