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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.