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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.