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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.