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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.