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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.