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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Unwound,
X-102,
Q65,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.