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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.