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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.