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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.