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 Israel 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.