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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.