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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.