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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.