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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.