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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.