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 United States and from Manchester.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.