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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.