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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.