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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.