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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.