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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.