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 Canada and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.