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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
MDC,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.