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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.