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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.