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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.