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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.