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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.