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 Jamaica 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Smog,
Mars,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.