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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.