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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.