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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.