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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.