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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.