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 Netherlands 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.