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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.