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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.