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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.