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 Bhutan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.