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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Audionom 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.