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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.