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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.