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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
UT,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.