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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.