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 Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.