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 Comoros and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Skaos,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.