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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.