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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.