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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.