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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Swans to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.