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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.