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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.