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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
JFA,
CMW,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.