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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.