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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.