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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.