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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.