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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
ABC,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Busters,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.