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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.