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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.