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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.