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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.