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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.