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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.