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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.