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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.