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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.