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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.