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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.