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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.