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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Japan,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.