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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Mars,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.