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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.