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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.