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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.