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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.