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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.