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 India 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.