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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.