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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.