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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Names,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.