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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.