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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.