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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Wire,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.