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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oneida 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.