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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.