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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
CMW,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.