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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.