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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.