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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Ludus,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.