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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.