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 Nepal 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.