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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.