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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.