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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.