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 Norway 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Deakin 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Flipper,
PIL,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.