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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.