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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Moebius,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.