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 Estonia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the funk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.