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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.