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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.