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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Magazine,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.