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 Kosovo 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.