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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.