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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.