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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.