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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Q65,
Index,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.