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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.