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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.