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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.