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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.