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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Franke,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.