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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.