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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.