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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s 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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.