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 Israel 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.