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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.