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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.