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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Can,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.