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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.