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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.