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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.