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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.