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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.