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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.