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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.