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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.