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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.