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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
MC5,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.