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 Congo 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Mars 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
UT,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.