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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.