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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.