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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.