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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.