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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.