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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.