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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.