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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.