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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.