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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.