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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.