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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.