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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.