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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.