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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.