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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.