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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.