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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.