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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
DNA,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.