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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.