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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.