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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.