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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Pole,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Ronan,
The Evens,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.