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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.