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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.