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 Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.