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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.