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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.