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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.