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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.