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 North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.